The master went back to prepare for the apprenticeship ceremony, because he needed to send out invitations and calculate an auspicious date.
Therefore, a formal apprenticeship would take at least six months; he only taught the sect's secret techniques for a few days.
We'll practice the rest on our own for now, while our master goes back to the capital to prepare.
Life went on uneventfully, though each day seemed like a copy-paste job.
But it's rare to have such a peaceful life, spending each day either practicing martial arts or basking in the sun.
What we practice now is mostly the basic skills of water-grinding kung fu.
I can improve as long as I don't slack off every day; otherwise, I'll need to cultivate and restore my original state.
But it's a bit unfair to my younger sister. I'm in fifth grade now, and she's in third.
At her age, she's at the point where she can't sit still; I have to force her to complete her daily cultivation exercises.
Fortunately, my younger sister is also clever and quick-witted; she's just naturally active.
Once daily meditation becomes a habit, things become less difficult to accept.
But my younger sister still keeps trying to slack off, luckily I have my bloodline to suppress it.
I had a daughter in my past life, so I know a thing or two about how to deal with a little girl this big.
It's been almost a year since I've had such a pleasant time cultivating and studying.
Either he goes out having fun, or he pretends to be hospitalized; this time he really did a proper semester of school.
He taught Horse-Faced Lu Ze martial arts at school, while watching his younger sister practice.
Then every day, I had to outwit and outmaneuver my younger sister, who didn't want to practice much, even though she was very clever.
She always comes up with reasonable excuses not to practice, but I don't reason with her.
Direct bloodline suppression means you have no choice but to practice it; there's no reason not to.
Although the current silence is for a better explosion in the future, it's really boring to be idle.
I don't know what he was doing, so he was just strolling around the streets with a few of his buddies.
I wandered all the way to the city's largest commercial street and just squatted by the roadside watching the beautiful women of all ages on the street.
I suddenly noticed an older man in the shadows of the street.
He was wearing a traditional Dongyi karate uniform, looked very strong, and had short, black and white hair.
He had his hair casually tied in a small braid. Although he wasn't very tall, he was quite muscular and looked rather stocky.
There was a black canvas bag next to him, and he was sitting in the corner with his eyes closed.
But in my perception, his situation was quite strange.
Even though I didn't feel the "qi" (vital energy), I could still sense a slight "spirit" (divine energy). That's amazing!
This situation only demonstrates that his will is terrifyingly strong.
He already possesses a slight qualification to condense divine power, and his path is purely physical cultivation.
However, his own physical constitution had already been refined to its limit; without further spiritual cultivation, he had nowhere else to go.
Ultimately, it was because they lacked a good cultivation method that they got stuck.
I squinted and stared for a long time, and my gaze had already caught the uncle's attention.
He slightly opened his eyes, glanced in my direction, and met my gaze.
He didn't say anything, just smiled and nodded, then closed his eyes again.
But it was this kind smile that helped him. Being able to smile at a stranger shows that he has a kind heart.
Interactions between people are so casual; sometimes a smile is enough.
But I didn't go to him. Instead, I called the soldier and asked him to come and take the uncle to our hideout.
I'll go see him in a little while, and then I'll take Horse Face and Little Lu for a walk around the streets.
When the soldier called to say he had arrived, I found a coffee shop where I could see what was happening and observed the situation from a distance.
I never met the soldier; I guided him to find the uncle entirely via remote phone calls.
After they exchanged a few words, the man stood up and the two shook hands, presumably testing each other.
The two shook hands for a long time, and I could see the veins bulging on the uncle's head.
The soldier was truly impressive; he maintained a smile throughout and never seemed flustered.
After a long standoff, the middle-aged man suddenly gave up, clasped his hands in a fist and bowed to the soldier.
The two left together, and after a while, they should have gotten into the car. Then, the soldier called to ask what I thought.
I said I wanted to test him further, and then I told the soldier to take him to the outpost to rest.
I'll go see him when I have time. Until then, I'll just make sure he doesn't leave. I don't need to say anything to him.
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